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Placed on the Mantle: a reluctant follow-up
by Gabrielle L GervaisI pretended that I was looking into a mirror. And I looked at myself. And I saw sadness
and loneliness and adolescent skin and sleepless eyes. I saw the stringy hair that I had forgotten about. Venus washed away. Was I seeing myself as the person I didnt want you to see? Or was I seeing who I wish I was? Or who I thought I was? Or who I am?
Cause now Im sitting here. for real. no metaphor intended. sitting here staring at myself. Who is that? I see eyes with fear. eyes that dont want to lose anymore. eyes that havent lost much at all. lucky eyes. eyes that echo the sea. eyes that whisper. With flushed cheekbones, I whisper secrets. You dont need to care what they are. I whisper them for myself. Its too bad I dont listen. And, like the sirens, I confuse the only ones that hear.
02/15/2003 Posted on 02/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Gabrielle L Gervais
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 02/17/03 at 03:06 PM An excellent introspective piece, reflecting both some negative and positive impressions. I loved the whole whispered secrets/sirens references here. |
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